Best Dodgers Poems
Where are my old white corsets
Right next to your candy cigarettes
Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit'
It's canceled. They use bad words now like 'Guck' and 'Spit'
Oh, and I can't seem to find my orange Pez dispenser
I threw it out. They've proved that Pez causes cancer
By the way, have you seen the Sunday funnies
They're a no-go, ever since they canceled 'Pogo'
You know I've got two tickets for the Brooklyn Dodgers
Ha, ha, ha! Even Sandy Koufax is just an old codger
Then I'm going cruising in my new Studebaker
--with that benchwarmer from the Minneapolis Lakers?
Before I forget, don't throw away my bottle of royal blue ink
Ball point pens been around since '38, sister, even in pink
So you shan't think me old-fashioned, I just bought a brand-new TV!
-Yeah, a nine-inch black-and-white with vacuum tubes that smile at me
But I paid for it with five million Wheaties box tops!
That's crazy... I think I'll start collecting used lemon drops...
I remember as
a kid
my mother gave my copy
of Frank Waldman's
"Bonus Pitcher"
to the school book fair
I had to buy it back
for a quarter
the book told the tale
of how a "bonus baby" won the respect of
those who rejected him at first
Also, it told the tale
of the Brooklyn Dodgers
defeating the Boston Red Sox
in a World Series
I have re - read the book
during hard moments in my life
Baseball defines
America
Our national pastime
is also enshrined
in the movie
"Field of Dreams"
As for myself - I only played catcher
for a short while in the Little Leagues
and cried as a kid when the Mets lost (as they usually did in
the early days)
I heard stories of ballplayers from years ago
and they still reverberate in my
in my mind
Older now - the best I could do now
is whack some softballs at the batting cages
Time wears us all down
Baseball diamonds still shine brightly
in the minds of most Americans
From Ebbett’s Field, they had to move away.
This team sought greener pastures in LA.
What they needed was a little change of scene.
The team moved into a park at Chavez Ravine.
Back in Brooklyn, the boys had a good home.
Their fans didn’t want the team to roam.
A reason to move was the advent of jet travel.
Coast to coast flights were made practical.
The appeal in Southern California didn’t seem to stick.
The boys in blue were getting a little homesick.
To their old Brooklyn fans, they felt regrets.
New Yorkers became less than satisfied with the Mets.
Here’s a little news that may astound:
The Los Angeles Dodgers are now Brooklyn-bound!
Modern sonnet
December 22, 2012
Sitting here
in the community college
looking at Shawn Green's "The Way of Baseball"
I realize that
the baseball season will soon be upon us
Hordes of fans will cheer on the New York teams
Ever a Met fan I have decided to see their farm team - the Cyclones
this year
Brooklyn has a replacement for the Dodgers!
This is a matter of grave import
for Brooklyn - garden spot of the world
and for the U.S.A
Fabulous Fifties
is what they called it,
we just called it a good time.
It was a great time in history
to be a teenager, to have our
youth, it was a time for some
to rebel, others to grow up.
Movies were some of the best
TV shows were coming of age,
with I Love Lucy, Gunsmoke,
Donna Reed, Ozzie and Harriet,
which brought Ricky Nelson fame.
Who could forget Garry Cooper
in High Noon, or Ray Miland
plotting to kill his wife in
"Dial M For Murder".
No one would believe
Richard Carlson when he
told everyone that a space ship
had landed in the Arizona desert
in "It Came From Outer Space",
or the little boy who said
he saw a space ship land out in
his field and people kept
disappearing by falling through
the ground in "Invaders From Mars"
in 1953.
The Brooklyn Dodgers finally
brought home a World Championship
in 1955. This year also brought
Rock 'n Roll to us teen agers
when Bill Halley and his Comets
had a hit with "Rock Around The Clock".
1956 was the first no-hitter when
Don Larsen of the New York Yankees
threw one against the Brookylyn Dodgers
in the World Series, it has not happen
before or since in the World Series.
The Fifties also brought us 3-D, way
before our so called 3-D TV sets of today.
I remember seeing a few or so, wearing
those white glasses we thought we were
so cool.
Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, Chuch Berry,
Little Richard and many others will
never have that many big music stars
again. A New York Baseball team went
to the World Series every year of the
Fifties except 1959 and they would
have then also, if the Brooklyn Dodgers
had not moved to Los Angles.
The Fifties was a great time to
grow up, things would never be
the same again, our youth was left
in the Fifties, times would change
and leave us longing for those
good old days when old age
reached us.
Written 6-20-11
All in the Game
a call to the
bullpen by time
warner
tie your cleats by
florsheim
everything in
moderation by red
label vodka
plan ahead by forest
lawn
and beneath the
glittering
twittering
insta- scat game
show reverie
an absolutely
electrifying,
stupefying timeless
wonder
a baseball game
walk off win
dodgers 1 padres 0
Now it’s Roethlisberger versus Rodgers
To escape sacks, they’ll have to be dodgers
Two very strong defenses
Big egos and pretenses
When the ball’s caught, they’ll try to dislodge her
There are only 60 minutes to play
But these games last four hours anyway
Referee calls disputed
Jeers from the crowd unmuted
But the instant replays will save the day
Entry for Royal Trevino's contest
During the time before television came to our home, My dad sat there in his car on many a dark Southern night. And I was somewhere close by, enjoying a wonderful
game of Major League Baseball on the radio.
O, there were several teams in the majors like The Pirates,
The White Socks and The Red Socks were popular
teams. But in my town in Northern Mississippi, baseball was all about the Cardinals, the Dodgers, and the Yankees.
There were many sights and sounds of baseball beaming from radios and television sets. I must say that I mean no disrespect to other good and decent sportscasters,
but Harry Carry and Pee Wee Reese made us feel like we
were there in the stands.
My dad had lots of friends, but two were rivals in the game.
There was his friend, the Yankee man name Mr. Baines;
And then, Mr. Mon, his other friend, was a Dodger fan.
But my dad’s heart was in St. Louis with Stan the Man.
In the memory of my mind, I can hear those games now on the radio.
Those nights were dark and hot, but the baseball captured and calmed me.
Reading newspapers and enjoying a baseball game on the radio were two
things my dad and I shared together. But also, later on, we obtained a television. With the snapshots tucked away in the frames of my mind, after 50-plus years, I can still see the Baseball Game of the Week.
I'm rather certain that neither my dad nor his two friends ever graced the stadiums of their teams. I'm proud to say that it was through them that I developed a deep love for the game. So, in a way, when I saw two games at Wrigley Field in Chicago, they were there also; or when I enjoyed two games of the Giants at Candlestick Park in San Francisco, they sat right next to me.
They say that baseball is America’s great past time experience;
but for me, baseball was always about ‘now and then’, ‘today, and
‘tomorrow’ too. It was about a little country boy fantasizing
and dreaming today about what could be tomorrow.
Written 042010; Entry122422PS Contest, Matt Caliri, Poetry in Motion
The National Pastime, Phillip Garcia
also: (Screwed XV11 Contest, Rod Carmack; 10th Pl)
One feels so alive
at baseball games
You are a part
of something there
Something bigger
than yourself
As a Mets fan
I feel myself as
a piece in the urban puzzle
A member of the urban tribe
Joining in the
cheering for the
Metropolitans
helps the masses to release
their stress
which has been created
by urban life - even if last season the team
didn't fare well
last season
The loyal fans
stuck with them
till the end
Loyal fans such as myself
see the Mets
as the descendants
of the
New York Giants and Brooklyn Dodgers
a team all New Yorkers
can embrace wholly
A team you can yell yourself hoarse for
Through the cold winter
there are no green diamonds
to gaze upon
But we New Yorkers know
that the sound of "Play Ball" will
soon usher in
another 162 games
for the New York Metropolitans
Our hometown heroes
n
Hurray" our national pastime has arrived,
Hot dogs, beer, peanuts, baseball is here, surprise'
Follow your favorite team, Yankees, Dodgers, Arizona, whoever,
Our nation loves this sport, probably it will go on forever.
Our national pastime starts with the fans,
Steroids finally addressed and put to rest, the drug use is now banned'
Cheering, the roar of the crowd,
Rah' Rah' Rah' Baseball should be proud'
The gift given to youngsters, as their eyes shine,
As their heroes play to prime-time.
It gives chills to them, to see the season finally start,
It lifts youngsters hearts, to see their heroes play with heart.
Have fun all, and let the games begin,
In each city, hopes and dreams, for their city's baseball team, to win.
God has blessed America, and we must never forget,
Baseball is a distraction, a 3 and half hour game, that brings smiles to elderly and the
younger set.
It binds our nation, in its spectacle, and grace,
A diversion from our national troubles, on with the pennant race.
But, never forget God's gift to all,
To allow us this diversion, this spectacle called baseball.
They were hippies
and societal dropouts.
Scholars, poets and
pot smoking draft dodgers.
Civil right activists,
and anti-war protesters.
Patriots and soldiers
fighting an unpopular war.
Relationships were confused
and marriage became open.
Morality lost meaning and
God was largely forgotten
except to grape Kool-Aid drinkers.
They liked to “groove”
on a Sunday afternoon
and kids hid under desks
for H-bomb drills.
They were good and bad
and pretty and ugly.
They were raised on Dillon,
Joplin, Hendrix and Doors.
Motown was happening
with The Beach Boys, Zeplin,
and the Rollin Stones.
Paul Revere had his Raiders,
Love was a Spoonful and
Three Dog was the Night.
The Beatles reigned supreme.
Sullivan was a king maker,
Elvis was a soldier,
and Archie and Meathead
were "All in the Family."
They welcomed the British invasion
and hung out at Woodstock -
sometimes in the nude.
Many were students
who got high and
routinely cut class.
Most of them were psyche majors
trying to “find themselves?”
LSD was a bad trip
that many took.
Sex was free
and there was a lot of it.
They were spoiled, selfish,
lazy and genius.
They grew up late,
but at least grew up.
They hid their past
and regretted much of it.
They were artistic,clever
and very inventive.
They are also to blame for
much that is wrong.
Many are in denial
and most have regrets.
They were the boomers
of the baby boom generation.
I’m known as the limerick queen
Though some deem my work is 'obscene'
When I write about todgers
I upset coffin dodgers -
They’ll NEVER upset my routine !
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07/11/21
I remember
as a kid
that my mother gave my copy of Frank Waldman's "Bonus Pitcher" to the book fair
I had to buy it back for a quarter
The book told the tale
of how a "bonus baby" won the respect
of those who resented him at first
Also, it told the tale
of the Boston Red sox
defeating the Brooklyn Dodgers in the World series
I have re - read the book during dark times in my life
Baseball defines America
Our national pastime is also enshrined in the movie
"Field of Dreams"
As for myself - I only played catcher in the Little League for a short while and
cried when the Mets lost (as they usually did in their early years)
I have heard stories of NY ballplayers from years ago
and they still
reverberate in my mind
Older now - the best I can do now would be to whack some softballs from a
batting cage machine
Time wears us all down
The baseball diamond still shines green in our mind's eye!
Sunbeams
Like gleaming gold dust floating in still air,
sparkling sunbeams silently stream through bare,
neglected, aging, cracked unpainted walls
that from my childhood, I can so very vividly recall.
In delightful uninhibited childish glee,
I try to grab hold of these lucid illusions persistently.
But these artful dodgers expertly evade my eager grasps,
like frightened fireflies they swiftly glide away from my obvious trap.
For now, that’s okay though,
because in my daydreams I know
that one day when I'm all grown up,
I’ll magically capture them and fill my fairy cup.
Date: 7/27/2014
the Birds will battle
zilch in Seattle
Red Sox Cubs Dodgers
no Jolly Rodgers
Post Season begins
lets watch see who wins